They say “don’t be that guy”, but I so want to be that guy
Cindy Lange-Kubick: Helping one man get his lawn back
I feel for the guy. He is living my dream. To be a crotchety old guy that all the neighborhood kids fear maintaining my immaculate lawn, writing letters to the paper, and calling the local weather station to tell them what my rain gauge and thermometer says.
Kid 1: “Billy I dare you to cut the corner of crazy old man Ramos’s lawn on your bike”
Kid 2: “no way Enrique, I hear he puts thorns in that part of his lawn so your tires go flat so he can catch you and tell you stories about the times before laser TV’s.”
Yes I cannot wait to become that guy.
I’m totally with you. High pants and cardigan sweaters and flat caps all the way. I can’t wait ’til I actually give a damn how much rainfall happened in the past 24 hours so I can call in. “Joshua in Lincoln reports a quarter inch yesterday. Laura in Ord reported .7 inches.”
Either that or I’m going to be sneaking out at night and putting “Jenna Bush for President in ‘48″ signs in your yard
Comment by jschwa — October 19, 2007 @ 12:27 am
You know Jenna Bush is going to get down in the White House.
Esteban, I bet if you look deep inside yourself you’ll find a little bit of “that guy” in you already. He lives in all of us.
Comment by ghogan — October 19, 2007 @ 8:07 am